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Soul Asylum Hang Time Ode Well my friend Jud he was a fuddy-dud Chewed his cud, was a stick in the mud I swear he hated everyone And he's bumming nickels and bumming dimes But most of all you know he's just bumming time And every day was a bad day They walked out and on and over him, he was turning gray Never knew love he gave up on hope Stayed in bed and he stopped using soap was a dirty old man But he never said poor little old me, poor poor Now one fine day he won the lottery Instant millionaire without a care it didn't change a thing Drove up to Reno he lost everything at a roadside casino You know he never made it into town Where the bright lights trickle down, he was a casualty And all he got was more lewd and crude, he was very rude The only thing he hated worse than the city Was charity and self pity he'd been around I talked to him that's what I found, he was a casualty Poor little old me, poor poor casualty |
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